Imagine This.

Rules Of College

You

You're in college in Phoenix and you've been waiting for it to end. You're sick of being MIA all of the time because of a test or homework. You have no social life what so ever and you feel like you're forty years old. It's your sixth year in college and you're twenty-three. You're sick of the bitching of the teachers and the sassy cheerleaders.

You love dancing; it's your passion. You are the captain of the blue devils dancing team and everyone respects you-except a dumb preppy Barbie doll named Lisa. She's been out to get you for years and you've been pretty close to beating her ass.

You walk through the halls of ASU and roll your eyes. I've seen this hall too many times. Your friend Selena runs into you and drops your books, you sigh and shake your head "I know you're going to pick those up" you smirk and cross your arms and she picks them up, chuckling.

"Sorry! I'm just so excited! There's a new English teacher! Mr.Ryden the asshole is no more! We're free! Free at last!" You giggle and scroll through the messages in your phone. "The teacher better be nice, or else they will discover my attitude. I'm an A student,I can't afford going lower!" You purse your lips and stuff your books into the locker. You refresh your lipgloss in the mirror and shut it.

"Oh come on! You were a beast with Mr.Ryden! I understand why he didn't like you" she giggles and you give her a death glare. You scoff and continue to walk down the long hall to English class. "Whatever Selena! He gave me trouble for no reason! I'm the best writer in the class!" You fold your arms and enter the room filled with students. It's a pretty big class and you still don't know every single person in the room.

The loud chatter quiets down and You furrow your eyebrows. "What?" Some cough, some point, and some laugh. Really?. You hear someone clear their throat behind you and you turn around, seeing a young man with curly hair..he must be a new student. You smile and walk to your seat quickly, you don't want to embarrass yourself. You watch the perfectly built man sit at the desk and your eyes pop out. Or teacher...

"H-He's the teacher?" You whisper to Selena and she just nods her head. "Y/N he's hot" that's an understatement. You take off your blue sweater and place your duffle bag under your chair. You have your dance attire on, you usually don't feel comfortable wearing shorts and a crop top to class but suddenly you feel really hot.

Your belly button ring dangles against your warm skin and you shiver. Okay..now I'm cold. You put on your sweater slowly; not wanting a heat flash and pull out a pen and paper.

"Hello Everyone, I'm Mr.Jackson, your new English teacher. Before I open myself up to you all, I would like for you to know the rules. They are really simple. Work and talk later. Talking and cell phones are very distracting to your peers and myself so please leave it on silent. If you feel like you're stuck on anything please feel free to ask me and I will help, even if you're stuck on life, come and see me" you purse your lips and try to guess his age. "20..no..22?..no he must've went to college..26? No 30 maybe or-"

"Ms? What's your name?" You look around and everyone points at you. "Me?" He nods and licks his lips "Y/N Thomas" he taps his pencil on his chin "beautiful name, but you were distracting me from my introduction. Do you have a question?" You lay back on the chair and sigh "umm... How old are you?" He chuckles and scratches the back of his neck.

"I'm twenty-six" I was right! You thank him and smile. His jawline is to die for.. I need to stop-but that black suit looks perfect on him!